Just like the pianist on the ocean let his fingers run smoothly on the piano, the blogger skillfully types on her laptop, the modern equivalent of one’s journal, facing the Atlantic Ocean. Sometimes I wonder whether the gift of writing was handed to me as a present or whether I conquered it due to my untamable bum nature. Writing, indeed, allows you freedom of movement, but it relentlessly binds you to life to the written word. Wherever I go, travel and escape to, words are with me; true-hearted and accurate; unfaithful and twisted; inescapable and necessary. I am aware of my literary enslavement, I cannot and don’t want to free myself from it. I kneel down to it. I cherish it. I abide by it. Artists possess the talent of being able to express one’s and the others’ emotions; either with the pen, the brush, the baton. By using words, strokes, sounds, the artist reshapes and outlines the fleeting and transient shades of feelings and emotions. Thus forever trapping a certain mood, scenery, sensation; making it available and enjoyable to the others. In this world obsessed and tormented by globalization and serialization, in a digital and dehumanized microcosm, we all, as everyone who came before us, feel an impelling urge for poetry. Literary, pictorial, musical poetry. We need to slow down and put a stop to the hectic frenzy of modern times. I have devoted all my life to researching, chasing after senses, love, adventures, sexcapades. Never quite satisfied with what I found, always bent on a new discovery. A constant and exhausting state of movement. My obsession for novelties is both a blessing and a curse. In my wandering from place to place, man to man, language to language, I have learnt that each of us has his/her own personal path to follow. You just need to discover what’s yours, before you embark on the wrong path. My lifestyle, envied by many, is not for everyone. You need an insane amount of selfishness, a chronic predisposition towards freedom and a daring acceptance of solitude. What truly matters is living at ease in your skin, embracing your destiny. Whatever might happen. I managed to achieve this. It only took me about forty years to figure out my path… ON THE ROAD. Happy to do it and to be here sharing my soul trips with you guys.